"remember"
a poem for the churched
from the redeemed
pauly hart 6.6.21
REMEMBER SUNDAY MORNING
remember who you once were
dressing up
wearing costumes
putting your money down a black hole
pretending to be happy
absorbing false doctrine
sending your children to little rooms
pretending to take notes
genuflecting at some wooden stake
REMEMBER WHO YOU WERE
pray for the lost
eating their little crackers and grape juice
pray for the lost
hiding in the shadows
of protesting the pope
remember who you were
and pray for those still stuck there.
COME OUT OF HER MY PEOPLE
He cries to them
but their hearts
have become
the very pews
they sat upon
many are called
few are chosen
yet they remain
bitter and frozen
